"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
- Anais Nin
Thursday, September 18, 2014
The Kids Are All Right
I’d like to take a moment to give myself a little pat on the back.
I have excellent taste in friends.
I think this is no small accomplishment, particularly since I am well known for making poor choices in general. But when it comes to choosing friends? I rock. And apparently I always have.
I recently had a whirlwind weekend adventure with one friend I hadn’t seen in nearly a decade, and two others I hadn’t seen since high school. It was the sort of thing that could have been a shitstorm of awkward moments. Instead, it was an absolute blast.
If our younger selves could have glimpsed us - nibbling tapas, sipping drinks, laughing hysterically and sharing meandering tales of our lives in locations near and far - I think they’d be amused as hell. They’d also be pleased that we didn’t call it a night at nine p.m., but instead made our way to a show and rocked on, drinking beer from plastic cups, into the wee hours of the morn. That I was only carded because I had tickets at will-call is beside the point.
I am sometimes amazed at how lucky I am to have so many kind, funny, creative people in my life. Old and new, my friends remind me that while we cannot help the losses in life, the successes are worth celebrating. We who were once thrown out of school for everything from questionable fashion choices (exposed nipple rings, anyone?) to day drinking in math class are now running successful businesses, creating art and music, exploring nature, raising children, rising above tragedy, doing our part to leave the world a little bit better than we found it. I’m not sure what kind of youthful trouble the friends I met later in life have under their belts, but I know that whether they were buttoned-down overachievers or wild, fired-up messes, their experiences helped shape them into the sorts of people I am very, very glad crossed my path.
This year, as I move from bare toes in the sand to the crackle of a fire warding off that seaside chill, I will try to think less of what’s missing and more of the amazing blessings I can count as mine.